Edged between

Its in moments like these

Its in the deafening silence of moments like these

That I realize, I will never be what I dream to achieve

Its at this time I see the cracks, the pieces flailing away

I worry that I will not live to see another day

So broken and abandoned

On this wasteland I lay stranded

Is it always like this and I'm just to blind to see?

So preoccupied with who I'm supposed to be, that I lost sight of

Me

Who is this and where has her wonder disappeared to.

Who is the one telling her what to do

I sometimes remember the one before the storm

But she is so vague and obscure

She knows not of the pain she will have to endure

Yet, I will relive all just to meet her again

Feel the wind without the scars

Have a conversation without the remarks

But I have lost the sight

I became the monster that haunted me within the night

There is no un-breaking me, so I slit open the cracks

Cracked the whip upon my back

I watched it pour

And instead of aversion, it became something I adore

My control, my mouldable pain

But the feeble illusion was to be in vain

I could not be saved, too far I have fallen

I could not even hear my own voice calling

Not above the demons, not above hyde

And so to his every word, I would abide